|A 2008 photo from the start of the development. These are 200-year-old live oak trees, destroyed. Then the real estate crash halted the project until this year (2011)|
The development across our town highway is back in gear.
In 2008, a different developer had Big Plans, and cleared and paved it. Then 2008 happened and he tanked. Another developer bought it from him recently and the voice of the buzz saw now echoes through the land.
As I've mentioned before, there's a strip of woodland between us and that highway.
|The new developer is building houses along that strip of land, above where I put the Wi-Fi sign, and wants to do clearing about where I've placed the "Woods" label|
So the doorbell rings.
"I'm here to offer the services of the developer. He'd like his residents to have a view of the marsh, and he's offering to clean out that tangle of vines and growth and brush on your lot, at his expense."
Understandable from his point of view, but no, no, a thousand times NO.
To be polite, I went out there and let him show me what the developer was talking about, and it would really be carefully done, and would not hurt any trees.
Just one problem though. That wood, with its impenetrable wild tangle, is ALL THAT STANDS BETWEEN US AND STATE PARK CAMPER INCURSION. It is also all that stands between us and the endless endless road noise.
He could not get it. He could not comprehend what I was saying. Clearing the marsh end of that wood, so it's still a wood, but more manicured and park-like, would put traffic and its noise right in our eyes and ears. It barely dulls the noise now.
A lovely clear view for the buyers of those houses, through our wood to the marsh, would mean a hideous clear view in the other direction, for us, of their houses, and the cars whooshing by. Tree trunks, no matter how many, won't help.
"But it's a trashy mess" was his, and I'm sure, many peoples' feelings about wild undergrowth. He really thought the appearance was not only bad, but that the buffering ability was irrelevant to living here.
People often say "I can't understand his point of view," when what they really mean is "I disagree with it," but this is a case in which I really mean it;
I can't understand people who think that woods are ugly; that nature is too messy. That wildness is visually unappealing and needs to be neatened up.
Are we really the same species? Do others really not see the beauty in those brambles and wildflowers? Or at least see the value they have as a border to an estuary?
I want to leave this house, this precarious location, so badly, it's not funny. 9 years ago, it was such a gift to be able to stay here and reduce our debts, and have the woods around us. Not anymore. I want out.